After Divorce, I Can Hear the Future Chapter 77: Life Is Like XX

Chapter 77: Life Is Like XX

"President Lu, are you still listening?"

"Mm, I’m listening."

"It really wasn’t us who leaked your position."

"But you can’t say you’re completely without fault either."

Lu Liang’s tone was calm, making it impossible for Zhao Haisheng to discern his mood. Left with no choice, Zhao gritted his teeth and said, "President Lu, this was indeed an oversight on our part. Here’s what we can do: I just discussed with the higher-ups, and we’d like to waive your trading seat fees for the next three years. How does that sound?"

"Mm, that works."

Lu Liang bore no grudge against Guotai Securities or Zhao Haisheng. The matter was too far-reaching, entangled with international politics. Both he and Guotai were sacrificial pawns.

Shorting the yen ant that whichever broker he used, the transaction would ultimately be handled by a Japanese bank. Only Japanese banks held enough yen to et the conditions for shorting. From the mont he decided to take a slice of the pie by shorting the yen, this outco was inevitable.

Zhao was stunned and incredulous. "President Lu, you’re really agreeing to our compensation plan?"

"Mm. I’ve got sothing else to handle. Talk later."

As the doorbell rang, Lu Liang walked over to answer it.

ng Changkun stepped out of the elevator and into the apartnt. Glancing around, he remarked, "Not much different from my place."

"Have you eaten?" Lu Liang asked with a smile, inviting ng to sit at the table.

"Yeah, but I could eat a little more," ng replied as he grabbed a bowl and chopsticks without hesitation. "This cook you’ve got here is pretty good."

"Well, I’ve tried out a few before settling on this one. If you like, I can send her over to cook for you for a few days."

"No need. My wife brought a cook from back ho, and their cooking suits just fine."

The two chatted idly before Lu Liang started recounting the events of the previous night, explaining his analysis and the sequence of events.

ng frowned as he listened. On the way over, he’d gone over the situation again, sensing several suspicious points. He hadn’t expected it to be so complex but reluctantly accepted Lu Liang’s explanation. ꭆåΝՕBƐŝ

After a long pause, he said, "Politics isn’t sothing we can ddle in. It’s best not to get involved."

"Sure, this may feel like a silent loss, but it’s not necessarily a bad thing. At least you’re now blazing hot in the dostic and international financial circles."

ng, with his years of experience navigating the ups and downs of the business world, had seen his fair share of situations beyond one’s control—and he’d lived through a few himself.

There’s an old saying: Life is like XX—if you can’t resist, you might as well enjoy it.

Rather than endlessly debating who was responsible or who made him take the fall, it was better to think about how to leverage the massive wave of attention.

In all these years, China had seen its fair share of so-called stock gods. But Lu Liang was the first to harvest wealth from another nation’s citizens, particularly Japan—a country with historical grudges against China.

Not long ago, the territorial disputes had only just cooled. Now, Lu Liang’s actions could easily be seen as those of a national hero.

"Patriotic sentint is a lucrative business," ng said, envious. Despite the backlash, this kind of attention could elevate Lu Liang to almost divine status.

These days, foreign monks are often seen as better at chanting sutras. But here was a local talent, recognized internationally as a god of speculation.

Whether he started a public or private fund, the money would pour in like a flood.

"We’ll see about that. Eat more," Lu Liang replied, gesturing toward the food.

ng’s perspective was sharp, driven entirely by a businessman’s instincts to prioritize profit. His suggestions were solid and practical, though he hadn’t considered the downsides of leaning into patriotic sentint. That label could stick, and removing it later would be no easy feat.

"I'm full. You eat," ng said, leaning back. He knew Lu Liang was soone with strong opinions and had only offered his perspective without pressing the matter.

"Got any tea? A al isn’t complete without a post-al cup," ng asked.

"So Maojian in the cabinet," Lu Liang replied.

"Green tea? Too bland," ng grumbled, dialing his assistant to deliver a box of premium oolong tea.

Lu Liang ate as he scrolled through his phone, noticing his na trending eighth on Weibo’s hot search. In just one morning, his follower count had surged by 300,000, with countless comnts asking if he had really made over $6 million overnight by shorting the yen.

"Not that much, but close enough," Lu Liang replied to one comnt after so thought.

ng had put it aptly: Life is like XX—if you can’t resist, you might as well enjoy it.

As for the $5 million-plus that Japan owed him, Lu Liang was determined to recover it—with interest.

The comnter quickly replied: "You noticed ! Boss, my admiration for you is as endless as the Yangtze River, flowing ceaselessly, like the Yellow River’s floodwaters, unstoppable… If you get rich, don’t forget ! Can I bask in so of your financial luck?"

Lu Liang’s follower count soon surpassed one million, thanks to a previous giveaway of smartphones. The efficiency of the raffle—announcing winners and shipping prizes the sa day—had left recipients flaunting their winnings online.

This had drawn even more attention, with non-winners holding onto hope by hitting "follow" in case of another giveaway.

Lu Liang posted a photo of the Pujiang skyline with the caption: "The wind today is particularly lively~~ As usual, giving away eight phones."

Standing on the balcony, cigar in one hand and tea in the other, ng grinned as he leaned against the railing. "Got a plan?"

He had set a special notification for Lu Liang’s Weibo account and received an alert the mont the post went live.

If Lu Liang wanted to avoid attention, he could have feigned ignorance, asked Weibo to take the hot search down, or dealt with it quietly.

Alternatively, he could have paid to redirect attention by leaking dirt on a random celebrity—an entertainnt industry scapegoat would easily take the heat.

Given the speed at which internet trends shifted, Lu Liang’s story would have been forgotten in two days.

But instead, Lu Liang chose to acknowledge the attention and take control, suggesting he had a detailed plan in mind.

Lu Liang nodded. "I have so ideas, but I’ll need to wait a bit. When the ti cos, I’ll need your support."

"We’re all on the sa side. Just say the word—I won’t let you down."

ng Changkun bead with satisfaction. He had helped Lu Liang so much precisely to hear those words.

After their al, the two shared a few cups of tea and chatted casually. Before long, ng received a call and left in a hurry.

Lu Liang intended to catch up on so sleep, but no matter how he tossed and turned, he couldn’t drift off. Giving up, he decided to drive to the office.

The mont he stepped inside, all eyes turned to him. While this wasn’t unusual, the intensity of today’s gazes was markedly different—burning with excitent.

This was Lu Liang, the financial giant of China, who had shorted the yen and reportedly made over $6 million in a single night.

While most people might skim an article like that and forget it, his employees weren’t just anyone. To them, Lu Liang wasn’t just a na in a headline; he was their boss, a living legend who had seemingly stepped out of the realm of myths into reality.

The awe was especially evident in the eyes of two employees, top graduates from Peking University and Fudan University. Their expressions were filled with reverence, as if they were looking at a god.

Most people might not understand the intricacies of finance, but they did. And precisely because they understood, they knew just how monuntal the feat was.

It was akin to pulling chestnuts from a roaring fire or stealing food from a tiger’s mouth—ripping open a gap in the impenetrable defenses of Western capital forces.